You can’t ask me that: why do we insist on believing in ghosts?

October is a month of two halves. At the month’s beginning, there’s still the chance of glorious Indian summer days kidding us there’s time for one more barbecue. By the end, with the clocks turned back and the nights drawing in, it’s a time for staying home. For putting on the heating and making hot chocolate. For turning down the lights and telling each other ghost stories by the fire.

Of course, October ends with the spookiest day of the year: Halloween. The night when, tradition has it, the spirits of the restless dead will roam the earth. As will the local teens, demanding confectionery with menaces. Personally I think I’d rather tangle with a thousand tortured souls stuck in purgatory than half a dozen 15-year-olds.

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